Her words hit me like a freight train, and I struggled to comprehend. I had to have misunderstood.
“What?”
My lips were numb. She was already looking back at the screen. Bitterness coated my throat, and it was spreading down to my stomach, making it cramp.
“Soleil,” I murmured, my voice holding a sharp edge I couldn’t temper. This time she didn’t hiss at me, but I preferred it to what she’d just said. It was hypocritical to ask, but I needed to be sure, to calm the pain squeezing my chest. “Have you fucked men other than me?”
Roughness coated my words. Just saying it caused my stomach to rebel. She calmly said yes while she kept watching the television.
“Human men? Or men like you?” I couldn’t recognize my voice.
“Yes.”
Just that, no elaboration. Over here I was thinking she was a virgin. That there was no possibility she could have been with someone else in that jungle.
How fucking moronic.
“How?” I choked out.
She finally turned to look at me with a frown. “What do you mean? I rode their member.”
The swell of jealousy burst past my shock, and I was on her, pinning her to the couch, her legs curled under me as she scowled up. She writhed, rubbing her soft skin against mine. The squeezing in my chest wouldn’t cease. Her eyes widened, her eyebrows furrowing closer together. I was choking on jealousy. Soon it would drown me underneath the painful sting.
She’s my woman, and she is talking about riding other men?I gritted my teeth, pulling up so I could reach down.
I ripped my cock out of my sweats and it bobbed free. With another fluid motion, I yanked her legs apart. Thank God, no panties. I slid home with the slap of skin ringing out.
She gasped, her eyes flying wide open. Her warm pussy clamped around my shaft, squeezing me while her lips parted in a gasp. Soleil was so fucking enraging that she drove me crazy.She was mine.
I gasped, lust clamping onto me with a vengeance. My balls drew up, the tension only worsening. Sol reached up and pressed her hands on my shoulders, little nails digging in. She thrust her hips up with a whine, gliding up my cock with her slick pussy.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
Withdrawing my hips, I slammed back inside her. She kept twitching under me, writhing with needy little movements. She was magnificent. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. Desire played over her features.
“You’re mine.”
Her lips parted with a gasp. Her channel clamped on my cock with rhythmic grips, then she screamed, coming on my cock and drenching me with her desire. She was always so fucking wet and perfect. I sucked in a breath, battling the encroachingorgasm. I would erase every single man she’d fucked just as she’d obliterated everyone before her.
With my teeth bared, I rutted into her harder until her cries bounced off the wall. She hiked her hips with frantic little twists. Her body was a reactive little thing.
“Say it,” I spat. Sol blinked quickly. Awareness filled her eyes, but it was chased away by pleasure. “Say that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she blurted.
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I came with body trembling bursts that made me seize with each jut. Cries came from my mouth, and I couldn’t stop. She made me fucking weak. As a shiver worked down my back, I let go of the couch, dropping my weight, and kept my arms braced to the side of her face so I wouldn’t squash her.
We stayed there, panting and still, until reason crept in.
“Enough with keeping me at a distance,” I ordered, pushing onto my knees, still struggling to catch my breath as I shoved my cock in my sweats.
Her legs remained spread, allowing me to see the pink skin of her sex splayed and surrounded by her tuft of hair. Milky cum seeped out of her. A swell of pride spawned.
My woman.
Once I rolled off the couch, I lifted her in my arms. She didn’t fight, just continued to watch me with shock. “And no more sleeping on the couch.” I strode through the living room and down the hall, past a spare bedroom, to turn the corner until I reached my room.
I balanced her in one arm, her weight easy to grip, and yanked the blanket to the side so I could slide her on. Carefully, I tucked the blanket around her while she studied me in silence. I went over to my drawers and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers. Tossing my clothes in the corner of the room, I slid them on,returned to her, and slid under the blanket, scooting closer until my body was flush with hers.
